(Mann, additional material Holmes) Apathetic and here, I... Watch myself glide from the sky, losing height And end up as something gone bump in the light Which doesn't desire to be dragged from the night But change is the heartbeat of life into life Which, trembling, approaches the knife Redemption is costly, there's blood on the land And all of us till it, it sticks to our hands It seems to be bound up in our very glands It sucks all our wagon wheels into its slush And falsifies our every blush The heart's a thermometer, readings are odd We're from lukewarmer regions where Cain gives the nod And we tread upon roads where our fathers have trod We are mapless and hapless and blown by the breeze And we chatter of being at ease Dreary me, we chatter of being at ease